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to give her some comfort. After a few minutes of him petting her hair, she finally took her hands from her face and looked up at him with eyes that seemed too big for her face. Holding the glass of water up to her mouth, Angel urged her to take a sip. Finally she grasped Angel’s hand holding the glass and took a sip. Taking another, she pushed the glass away and dislodged his hand from her hair when she went to brush it back from her face.
“I’m OK, Angel. I just needed to get my bearing. Thank you for seeing me home. You can leave now. I’m perfectly OK to look after myself. Oh wait, you have no way to leave. I wasn’t thinking in allowing you to drive my car here. Take my car. I’ll get Lance to pick me up in the morning. Just bring the car to the club in the morning and I’ll get it there.”
Angel looked down at her with a thunderstruck expression on his face. “You can’t think too much of me if you think I would leave you alone after the scare that you just had. And you’re also not thinking straight. What if the man knows where you live? You’re in no shape to defend yourself tonight. There is no way I’m leaving.”
Putting the glass down on the coffee table, he rose from his knees and looked down at her sitting on the couch. Cinnamon looked at the angry warrior staring down at her. She could picture him watch over his tribe of old. No one was going to hurt her tonight or even get close to her with him on watch. While it made her feel safe in a way, she also was becoming aware of the large presence he made in her living room. Standing there with his hand holding his hips, he made a fine specimen of a man. Why did this man turn her thoughts to things she shouldn’t be thinking about after having such a scare and still feeling the grips of the panic attack?
When Cinnamon looked like she would start protesting again, Angel spoke up with a no-nonsense voice. “I’m not leaving. You’re in no condition to dictate what you want. You’re white as a ghost and we should have taken you to the hospital. Do you have anything stronger than water? I think you need something to warm you up.”
“If you look in the fridge, there’s a half bottle of wine. Anything stronger you would have to go out for. I don’t believe in hard liquor. I don’t like anything that would fog my thinking. I really don’t need a drink, I just need to get some rest. I’m sure the guy didn’t follow us home, so please feel free to leave.” Cinnamon wanted Angel to leave before her hormones started acting up and she would beg him to stay. He was everything she thought she wanted in a man but knew that she could never have. If it got out what had happened to her, nobody would want her.
A frustrated Angel just walked back into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of wine from the fridge. He wished it was James’s Scotch. He knew she needed to get some sleep and her mind off the scare tonight. Pulling the cork from the bottle, he took a glass out of the cupboards and filled it with the wine.
When he approached Cinnamon, still sitting on the couch, he could tell that her color was better and she wasn’t trembling as much. Sitting beside her he handed her the glass. “Drink this and then we’ll see about getting you to bed. And don’t argue. I’m staying tonight. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
Cinnamon glanced up at Angel sitting beside her. She wondered if he would judge her if he knew her secret. He seemed like a man that would make up his own mind. Taking the glass from him, she took a drink and felt the warmth spread over her body. She didn’t know if it was the wine or because Angel was sitting so close to her.
Handing the glass back to him, still three quarters full of wine, she knew she had to get away from him and think. She told Angel there were sheets in the closet and she was going to bed. She knew she was being rude, but right now she had to escape and find space to be allowed to think. Every time the man’s
“I’m OK, Angel. I just needed to get my bearing. Thank you for seeing me home. You can leave now. I’m perfectly OK to look after myself. Oh wait, you have no way to leave. I wasn’t thinking in allowing you to drive my car here. Take my car. I’ll get Lance to pick me up in the morning. Just bring the car to the club in the morning and I’ll get it there.”
Angel looked down at her with a thunderstruck expression on his face. “You can’t think too much of me if you think I would leave you alone after the scare that you just had. And you’re also not thinking straight. What if the man knows where you live? You’re in no shape to defend yourself tonight. There is no way I’m leaving.”
Putting the glass down on the coffee table, he rose from his knees and looked down at her sitting on the couch. Cinnamon looked at the angry warrior staring down at her. She could picture him watch over his tribe of old. No one was going to hurt her tonight or even get close to her with him on watch. While it made her feel safe in a way, she also was becoming aware of the large presence he made in her living room. Standing there with his hand holding his hips, he made a fine specimen of a man. Why did this man turn her thoughts to things she shouldn’t be thinking about after having such a scare and still feeling the grips of the panic attack?
When Cinnamon looked like she would start protesting again, Angel spoke up with a no-nonsense voice. “I’m not leaving. You’re in no condition to dictate what you want. You’re white as a ghost and we should have taken you to the hospital. Do you have anything stronger than water? I think you need something to warm you up.”
“If you look in the fridge, there’s a half bottle of wine. Anything stronger you would have to go out for. I don’t believe in hard liquor. I don’t like anything that would fog my thinking. I really don’t need a drink, I just need to get some rest. I’m sure the guy didn’t follow us home, so please feel free to leave.” Cinnamon wanted Angel to leave before her hormones started acting up and she would beg him to stay. He was everything she thought she wanted in a man but knew that she could never have. If it got out what had happened to her, nobody would want her.
A frustrated Angel just walked back into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of wine from the fridge. He wished it was James’s Scotch. He knew she needed to get some sleep and her mind off the scare tonight. Pulling the cork from the bottle, he took a glass out of the cupboards and filled it with the wine.
When he approached Cinnamon, still sitting on the couch, he could tell that her color was better and she wasn’t trembling as much. Sitting beside her he handed her the glass. “Drink this and then we’ll see about getting you to bed. And don’t argue. I’m staying tonight. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
Cinnamon glanced up at Angel sitting beside her. She wondered if he would judge her if he knew her secret. He seemed like a man that would make up his own mind. Taking the glass from him, she took a drink and felt the warmth spread over her body. She didn’t know if it was the wine or because Angel was sitting so close to her.
Handing the glass back to him, still three quarters full of wine, she knew she had to get away from him and think. She told Angel there were sheets in the closet and she was going to bed. She knew she was being rude, but right now she had to escape and find space to be allowed to think. Every time the man’s
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